Oh the weather outside was whitening

Til the dog did something frightening

Hes got no other place to go

Yellow snow yellow snow yellow snow

And he doesn't show signs of stopping

As he sniffs around his dropping

You see him everywhere you go

In the snow yellow snow yellow snow

When he finally goes outside

Hell be frolicking round in the storm

Hell be marking our yard with pride

You can tell by the steam that it's warm

When the snow begins it's thawing

It reveals those puppy drawings

Hes a frisky little pooch van Gogh

Yellow snow yellow snow yellow snow

Come here Yeller Come on boy Good doggie

Oh not on Frosty

Hell be marking our yard with pride

You can tell by the steam that it's warm

Well he's happy and his tail starts waggin

But the snowmans left side is saggin

There's a little puddle right below

Yellow snow yellow snow yellow snow

Yellow snow yellow snow

Yellow snow

Little patches of yellow snow

Yellow snow

Little patches of where Fido goes